Devil's Bible

Chapter 71 Gotthard
The knocking sounded, and Nemus immediately got into character. He paused for a moment, realizing that knocking was a bit out of place for a golden-type person, before quickly saying, "Come in."

Then Nemus saw the golden-haired paladin push open the door and walk in from outside.

He was also holding a pickled vegetable pancake in his hand.

Behind the paladin followed a female priest holding a thick book. The priestess wore her hair in a neat ponytail, made of the fabric commonly used in priestly robes.

After entering, I glanced at the stools, which were covered in dust from the previous battle, and decided to use magic to clean them up.

"Hey, no need for all that trouble." The paladin didn't care at all and plopped down on the seat.

The golden paladin extended his hand in a very friendly manner, shook hands with Nemus, and introduced himself: "Gotthard, that is my name."

He then held up the pickled vegetable pancake in his hand and finished it in a few bites: "Sorry, I came in too fast and haven't eaten much. This pickled vegetable pancake tastes good."

“No need to worry about it, Commander.” Nems naturally wouldn’t feel disrespected over such a small matter.

The Golden Race is far beyond normal humans. Although both still have human appearances, they are no longer the same race at all.

Then, seemingly sensing Gotthard's friendliness, Nems lowered his guard and couldn't help but ask, "Commander, are you of commoner origin?"

Just like Towns and Oppein, these people only have first names and no surnames.

Just as the superior title of a priest is bishop, the superior title of a paladin is guild leader. If a paladin who rules over a region is the highest-ranking paladin on the back of a floating whale, he will be called Grand Guild Leader.

"Hahaha, no, I am of noble birth, but I don't need a noble surname to bring me honor," Gotthard laughed, as if he were hearing a long-lost friend greet him.

“You’ve been in this remote and impoverished place for a long time. Lord Gotthard’s name itself is a great honor, needing no surname to embellish it!” The female priest next to Gotthard immediately spoke up proudly.

Although she had only been with Gotthard for a short time, she was proud to serve such a paladin.

"Forgive my rudeness." Gotthard immediately apologized for his laughter, but ignored the pastor's words.

However, upon seeing Gotthard's humility, the pastor immediately lowered her head and said no more.

“Then let’s officially begin this statement taking.” Gotthard smiled, then his expression turned serious.

"Please describe what happened from your perspective."

Nemus took a deep breath and then, regarding that battle, roughly crafted a plausible explanation.

The reason for this is that no matter how perfect your explanation is, the other party will always find fault with it.

So why not leave some details ambiguous and let the other person fill in the blanks?

People tend to believe more in what they think up themselves, and once something has been thought up by their own minds, it is difficult to deny its correctness.

According to Nems, he fought a difficult battle and barely managed to survive with the help of the village guardian (Pur) and the rebellious old priest, the village chief Op.

Because he had previously undergone the Holy Nail Planting of a Discipline Paladin, at a critical moment his bones itched and his whole body felt like it was about to collapse, entering a special state.

After entering that special state, the old pastor froze on the spot, calling out the name of his father, Ron.

The old priest then used the hive beast's blood vessels to inject himself with some kind of potion, repenting for his sins and mistakes while continuing to attack himself. It was then that Nemus swung his sword and killed the old priest.

They even went so far as to say that the seawater outside was released by the other side.

"I see." Gotthard nodded, seemingly understanding, then changed the subject, asking, "Could you tell me about your swordsmanship? I'm personally very curious about it, because I've seen that swordsmanship before. How did you learn it?!"

The traces of the battle are hard to conceal. The damage caused by Feng Qi's sword was too great to be cleaned up. In addition, there is Isabella's testimony.

“Because of the Discipline Paladin.” Nemus hesitated for a moment before giving his prepared reason: “After being nailed into the Discipline Nail, I felt a change throughout my body.”

"Then that night I had a dream in which I learned the Breath of Holy Law, and then I learned that sword technique as if it were an instinct."

“Is that so?” Gotthard nodded in agreement, indicating that it was entirely possible.

One of the characteristics of a saint is the ability to learn without barriers.

Ignoring obstacles such as time and space, it's not a big problem to quickly learn long-lost skills and secret techniques.

The breath of sacred law is not controlled by secret arts and does not possess mystical secrecy. It can place people in the realm of laws and thus gain revelation.

The 'revelation' is diverse, and combined with the characteristics of a saint, the instinctive learning of swordsmanship is logically consistent.

"Also, regarding the place where you mentioned the village chief Op was killed, you need to confirm the exact location."

That's right, Nemus told Op and the others directly that he was dead, and that he was dead without a complete corpse.

"Okay, I have a general understanding of the situation."

“However, this is only a preliminary inquiry. You will need to come with us to Qiquan City for further review.” Gotthard stood up, and the female pastor next to him quickly put away her notebook and stood up as well.

At that moment, he seemed like a friendly uncle next door, as if he might ask you if you wanted to come to his house for a casual meal anytime.

"The situation in the village is very bad right now. Most of the villagers have had their physical potential squeezed out because of the parasitic blood vessels of the Nest Beast, so they all need to be taken to nearby towns for treatment."

“The whole village probably won’t survive,” Gotthard sighed. “After all, nearly half the population has died, and there are no more caravans.”

The village of Dorsal Fins is struggling to survive, and it is estimated that the village will be shut down for a period of time.

"Once the investigation in Qiquan City is over, do you want to come work for me?"

“…Let’s wait until the review is over before we talk about it.” Nems showed a hint of interest, but then gave a wry smile: “There are too many things involved here, and I’m not sure if I have a future.”

"Don't worry, as long as you're really okay, you'll be fine." Gotthard smiled, patted Nems on the shoulder, and then left. He still needed to deal with the villagers' relocation.

Watching Gotthard's departing figure, Nems frowned, then relaxed.

　The character Gotthard is a submission from a reader named Chaozhuanzimo.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)